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Thursday, October 7, 2010

First things first: How about that Roy Halladay and his postseason no-hitter, huh? Wow...what an amazing game! As a Philly fan, I'm so proud of Doc. We expected him to pitch well, but as usual, he exceeded expectations. Nobody could have ever dreamed he'd pitch that well. He'd waited forever to pitch in a playoff game, and it was worth the wait--he made history! And it couldn't have happened to a nicer, more humble, or classier guy. If you want to read an excellent article on Doc and his postseason no-hitter (again, just wow), click here to read Jayson Stark's take on it.

Moving on...despite basking in the afterglow of the Phillies' general awesomeness, that Twins/Yankees game last night had me angry and screaming last night and has me hoarse-voiced today. I am so, so sick of seeing this team lose to the Yankees. The Twins have another chance tonight, but dammit, it would have been nice for them to have won the series opener. Anyway...fellow Twins fan CHRISTY spotted this amusing Twins/Yankees-related error. (The really funny thing is that I received the same email blast she did and didn't spot the error myself. Good eyes, Christy!)

I know CC's a beast and all, but surely he isn't pitching every game on the ALDS, right? ;) And for cryin' out loud, if the Yankees are gonna pitch anybody the whole series, why can't it be Burnett or Vazquez? I like the Twins' odds against them better!

Halladay is simply amazing. A single walk away from a perfect game. Just wow, indeed. As for the image above, what about the nonword neccessary under the schedule? Not as bad as having Sabathia starting every game, but not good.

WHO'S BEHIND THE RED PEN?

The Grammarphile is a former on-air personality who realized all too quickly that good grammar and radio don't really mix. She now lives in the suburbs of Philadelphia, works in public relations, and can't get enough of her beloved Phillies. In what little free time she has, she enjoys giggling at instances of crappy writing, being the reigning queen of Boggle, and working on her novels-in-progress. She's a slave to fashion, has a serious weakness for attractive baseball players, is experiencing a severe case of Lost withdrawal, and is counting down the days until she gets to see Muse in concert again. The Grammarphile is too snarky for her own damn good, delightfully eccentric, and just a teensy bit evil. You've been warned.